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Con Enric compartía el gusto por juntar palabras y almacenar libros, como otros coleccionan cromos, títulos o posesiones. Enric, cuando se separó, dejó todos sus libros en su primera casa. Me consta su dolor, porque sé cuánto aprecio los míos. A Enric, en una época, muchos le comentábamos todo, como se comentan las cosas, con un hermano mayor. Para toda una generación fue el espejo en el que reflejarse. Muchos nos sentíamos Salieri frente a Mozart, compartiendo su actitud pero no su talento. Aunque bien mirado, sólo Salieri comprendió, de verdad, al genial músico. Porque sólo el que sabe el valor de las cosas puede admirar al genio, en su verdadera proporción. Enric fue todo cuanto muchos quisimos ser. Auténtico aprendiz de brujo. Enric hacía fácil lo difícil. Tras él se hizo difícil, después, admirar a otros. Uno es de un país, de una ciudad, de unos padres y de su propio tiempo. Nosotros éramos de Enric. Enric era nuestro alter ego, del que un día sería necesario separarse para crecer.
I shared with Enric a love of putting words together and accumulating books, in the same way as others collect stickers, qualifications or possessions. When he separated from his wife, Enric left all his books in his first house. I felt his pain, because I know how much I appreciate mine. There was a period when many of us used to tell Enric everything, as if to an older brother. For a whole generation he was the mirror in which they were reflected. Many of us felt like Salieri up against Mozart, sharing his outlook but not his talent; although when you look at it closely, only Salieri really understood the musical genius, because only someone who knows the real value of things can admire genius in its true perspective. Enric represented everything many of us wished we could be; we were real magician’s apprentices. Enric made difficult things seem easy. After him, it became difficult to admire others. A person belongs to a country, a city, their parents and the era they live in. We belonged to Enric. Enric was our alter ego, from whom one day we would need to separate to be able to grow.